Verse

                        WORD

 

I imagined a world of words or perhaps musical notes drifting across the skies.      To lay upon the earth and read the words of time how wise would we be to journey the words of antiquity ,how our hearts would beat .                                          But words are as our days are inclined to dust.                                                             Sensations felt alone as the universe abounds with the human word.                          Heaven and hell , wounded hearts, Celestial love  written  across the skies.                 What imaginations would we see                                                                                         Man the creator of  his realm written for all the world to see.

Louisa Jen

Temperamental fairy 

Imprisonment

What punishment do you apply to yourself, how do you measure your situation. Do you rationalise and give due diligence, do you justify your decision marking the hour of your judgement..suicide or impoverishment which best suits your crime…did you know you judge your heart too cruely…give measure for measure of mercy to thy soul and thirst for  redemption..love thy heart and soul as a moment of grace would give..

Louisa jen

The hour

The hour is late or  early and the day light comes as I lay in sleepless wonder of hope..thoughts race across my mind yet another simple mood or season they say…how can there be true love if you believe no emotion is real that no heart is pure of imperfections of motive….how sad the dreamer who kills the dream with his own warped realities…be the man who creats his own heart and allows his soul to become more than a seasonal change..

 

My Dream

In my day’s of knowing your heart there are few.  I searched for meaning and found confusion yet did I love thee still.  In the silence I felt lost in the rejection I feel broken.  I will never be more than I am l will never be what you seek for l am not sure of myself nor brave without love l remain simplicity of thought and deed, l am just me.  My heart is pure and open my chaste body is weakness and I claim no harm to anyone as my only desire.. l claim no victory nor assume myself exulted above another..  I fail more often than succeed my looks are   extraordinarily  ordinary and my faith is hope for a better day  but hope is a fools game

Pain erased

Finally I see the light 

Reality bites and the sun appears

I touched the sky and the moon

We were one or many  in that moment 

I thank the stars that gave me grace

Life moves on and becomes a settled thing

Love leaves a sting

Best to say East is East and West is west

But one day meet we must

to touch and cry and then to sigh 

For love so fine but unmet

To give us such a happy note 

To let us both be real in the world

 tears to warm my  weary days

Love will ever be

louisa

 

 

 

Pain is life

Tears are life

Death is life

Birth is life 

tradgety is life

A smile is life 

My life is extroadinary

Mostly because Im extroadinarily ordinary

Life is Pain

Life is Death.

louisa

 

To fly or die

Desire that  evil force that consumes my mind

Desire that  misery to my soul which  fires my heart

Better to go through life without emotion

Travel is my first love my only satisfaction

I am forced to choose flesh or fly lol

Impossible the quest god has placed upon me

Desire without satisfaction or satisfaction without desire

Then he dazzles me with  beautiful pictures

Dreams to create a storm inside my heart

This is not of all my making I scream in silence

I did not cause the moon to shine or the north winds to blow

Desert mirages to blind my mind

What did God do in his resolute plan

Quests of illusions

louisa

 

Respect

The past is past

no power do you hold

no less are you

no less am I

Hearts illusions gone

Dreams  are wishes

Magic a jesting thing

Emotion just a season

The rich are poor

The poor are rich

A delusion most applicable

A fantasy of fun

louisa

 

 

 

 

Bus stop fame

 Raw and Real

Poetry by louisa jen

 Loved, misunderstood and coveted

Sadly, begrudged and envied

Classified as sane and insane

Label’s, judgement and jealousy

Cruel and sad condemnation

Lost and lonely

Beautiful and benign

A delicate blend of creativity

Marilyn the movie star

Outshone the sun made the moon feel sick with envy

A Soul is a sacred thing not to be categorised and confined

The veneer was broken

The mirror cracked

The beating heart beat no more

Rivers of tears

Yet the stars still twinkle in the atmospheric

Heavens and in our imaginations

The end

 

 To those who chose to be kind and follow me I thankyou very much 

life takes different roads and Im at this moment unable to continue with my blog but I will return periodically. working on another book at the moment.

love always and thanks from me to you

have to play it again my favorite lady of shalott

The  gift

Cold hearts and dark places

Shadows adrift in the moonlight

Evil unseen with a trusting heart

Love a quest too abstract to imagine

Forgiveness and condemnation

Brought low by loves disguise

Redemption found in bible verse

The dagger unseen 

Blood by my own hands 

Blind intention accursed

I was in the dark

The photo 

I climbed to a worthy height

I looked across the valley, snow was on the ground

A mist hung low, The air was crisp and cold

I reached a canyon ledge and waited in silence for the dawn

The sun approached in angelic rays, at the break of day

I grabbed my SLR ajusted all the settings ,shutter speed and aperture in reciprocity 

I zoomed in as the raptor dived with dreaded menace ,Talons extended it clutched its prey in flight and feathers flew

A desperate screech rang out across the canyon walls .   Wings outstretched, unmitigated and muscular it soared   ,  Click and snap I had him in the raw

The vigor and the brawn captured in an instant

Kismet met with a camera box ,   A photograph is taken and time is frozen in that moment ,,   Enlightenment is intensified and amplified in shrines to history and art we savor every image.  The intrepid war photographer brought the battles home    A soldier is caught forever in an old oval ornate frame, regal and resolute he stands. His portrait hangs in a hall to glow in the setting sun 

Its just a slice of his life , a moment of his time   But still the picture grabs us with nationalistic pride 

Did I say that things are different now in our modern age?   Imagination and automated knowledge widens our horizons

Digital and computer technologies put us on the web

In cinema’s around the globe ,stories unwind in reels of film

Fireworks and sparkling nights of celebration ,flash and pop   A camera  and a picture can add a bit of flare… It can also add some vision and insight

put a spotlight on a subject and see the world  reflected

Can the media turn the world around  and challenge us 

observation through the lens , proof of validation  it holds you there to see a fractured reality crime, waste war , save the whale , save the forest, save the planet

Take the picture and print  it !!

 

Lets talk about people who live a life of lies for their own gain why what do they get out of this prestige financial respect what to fool others a fine romance

just remember  to beware 

Tick tok the clock

time on its illusive race

smile it was a ride to die for

Special thanks to all the people that made my life

A weird cacophony of  events

to the hope and the tears thankyou

I am very grateful and send all love 

heart and love to all 

 

Rewrite the world

my view was clouded

interconnected 

love without borders 

I was unaware 

North is north and south is south

East is east and west is west 

there is no understanding

only domination ,power and money

A dog eat dogs , cruel intention

No heart could last outside their box

shut the lid and be perverse

shut the borders

build the war machines

Man the conqueror

Redeems his own opinion

History teaches 

Time replaces

louisa

Castles in the sand

Dancing in the firelight

contours of blackness cast across the sands

Phantoms in robes haunt my nights

faithful hearts and brave shadows of the past

ships of the desert slowly weave there way

Endless sands with uncompromising storms

Kings on golden dunes of valour

Horizons of glistening stars

only he inspirers the the winds of change

only he is the lion and the wolf

connecting east and west

hope of true hearts .

 

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Poetry is an emotional journey of the heart and soul it attempts to impart a story or an emotion to the reader in rhythms  and whimsical verse ,words and cascading adjectives ,nouns and adverbs

TRUE LOVE

HEARTS TORN

HEARTS THROWN AWAY

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS 

HANDSOME AND GAY

COLD AND AUSTERE

SAD AND SINCERE

JOKERS MASK

CLOWNS TEARS

MYSTERY AND FEAR

DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

NOTE THE BLOOD MOON

TRUE LOVE BUT NO HEARTS

LOUISA JEN

LOST

DISAPPEAR

DISCOVER

DISSATISFIED

DISSOLVES

DEAD

DISTANCE

DISAPPEAR

 

THE WORLD IS WAITING TO AWAKEN

A SILENT KILLER STALKS THE STREETS

SENT BY GOD TO TAKE SOULS

TO GUIDE THEM HOME

MAN BRINGS EVIL UPON HIMSELF

SOME JUST PRAY

WE ORCHESTRATE OUR DOOM 

THE HEART IDEALISTIC DRIFTED IN A DREAM 

DESTINATION ,ETERNITY

SOCIAL MEDIA NEVER SAW THE END

MYSTERY AND MISCHIEF ARE THE PERFECT STORM

REVELATION AND DESTRUCTION SEEMS THE ONLY GOAL

 

FANTASY AND LOVE

DID I NEED YOUR LOVE

OR DID I NEED THE FANTASY OF LOVE

ABANDONMENT AND SADNESS 

HEARTACHE AND PRECIOUS PAIN

LOVE BEYOND REASON

LOVE OBSESSION

I WANT YOUR PAIN 

PLEASE PLEASE!

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